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[00:02.06]When I die, **** it, I wanna go to hell

[00:04.52]'Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ******' tell

[00:07.57]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

[00:10.37]Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

[00:13.25]God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict ****

[00:15.80]No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my **** licked

[00:18.72]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

[00:21.79]**** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

[00:24.66]All my life I been considered as the worst

[00:27.46]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

[00:30.38]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

[00:33.26]I know my mother wish she got a ******' abortion

[00:36.03]She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

[00:39.20]Suckin' on her chest just to stop my ******' hunger

[00:41.73]I wonder: if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

[00:44.48]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

[00:47.49]My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two

[00:50.28]Who's to blame for both of them? (Who's to blame for both of them?)

[00:53.05]I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bull****

[00:55.88]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull ****

[00:58.93]And squeeze until the bed's completely red

[01:02.61]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ******' buddha head

[01:05.13]The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe

[01:07.87]Suicide's on my ******' mind, I wanna leave

[01:10.61]I swear to God I feel like death is ******' callin' me

[01:13.66]But nah, you wouldn't understand

[01:16.18]You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

[01:19.61]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

[01:22.15]Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street

[01:25.34]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

[01:28.19]My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone

[01:30.88]She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

[01:34.55]I reach my peak, I can't speak

[01:36.56]Call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak

[01:39.55]I'm sick of *****s lyin', I'm sick of ******* hawkin'

[01:42.64]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

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